From sudden cracks and fissures the sidewalks begin to bleed emerald, moss dribbles up the sheer sides of glass towers and the ghettoes are burning with orchids... The children are the first to embrace the jungle, shrieking in the low branches, with juice on their chins. After them come the derelicts, the criminals, the lovers. By dusk, deep in the October cold, the first few converts remove their clothing and go naked among the hanging gardens of Gotham.- Swamp Thing